O — Henriette
I remember yet
how cross you were
over Lady C,
how you hated her
and detested me.
Yet now you see
you don’t mind a bit.
You’ve got used to it,
and you feel more free.
And now you know
how good we were
up there in the snow
with Lady C,
though you hated her
at the first go.
Yet now you can see
how she set us free
to laugh, and to be
more spontaneous, and we
were happy, weren’t we,
up there in the snow
with the world below!
So now, when you say
your prayers at night
you must sometimes pray:
Dear Lord of delight,
may I be Jane
tonight, profane
but sweet in your sight,
though last night I was Mary —
You said I might,
dear Lord of right,
be so contrary.
So may I be Jane
tonight and refrain
from being Mary? —